If it were my brother, I'd find an allergist to help him with his
allergies,
no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my sister, I'd find the best laser eye surgeon so she
could see again, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my mother, I'd hire a staff of oncologists for the cancer that is
stealing her away from me, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my father, I'd find the best orthopedic surgeon to enable him to
walk again, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my husband, I'd hire every medical professional necessary to put
him back together after that terrible accident that almost took him away, no
matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my child, I wouldn't skimp on dental care, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If it were my best friend, I would go with her to the doctor, every day that
she needed me to help her through the worst pains in her life, taking off
work if necessary and putting my own needs aside, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

If any member of my family were dying, at that moment I would pull out all
the stops and do whatever was in my power to save their life, no matter the
cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.

Just a dog.

Just my friend.

Just my family.

Please...my dog...no matter the cost...

Written by Nancy Campbell after a particularly trying week at the vet
hospital where she works.